‘Waterfall of the Ax River’:
Öxarárfoss, Iceland
In a land so different
from the one we call home
there is such vast openness and history,
both geologic and human.
On our first day
we make our way to
Þingvellir National Park
in our camper vans.
It’s been a long time with little sleep,
yet we are drawn to a trail
we’ve been told goes to a waterfall -
‘foss’ in Icelandic.
We start the short climb,
3-year-old Otto
gleefully leading the way.
You can feel the dynamic energy
of the place, the falls
even before they come into view
around a bend.
Öxarárfoss,
where the waters of the Öxará
cascade over ancient lava cliffs
of Almannagjá Gorge -
the eastern end
of the North American tectonic plate.
We sit, listen,
let our travel-weary bodies settle,
and take in the beauty together.
After some exploring,
Otto climbs onto Mama’s lap
and soon falls into a contented sleep.
Dada carries him through a part
of the rift valley
to our homes on wheels.
Low clouds hang over
wondrous gifts that
delightfully unwrap
in the days ahead.
Sarah Carlson
May 7, 2024
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